A wand’ring worm, without a way
Languidly sways through the soil;
And casually consumes it,
The dirt, without a reason

Succumbing to whim
He pokes out the brim
Of his wiry frame
And lacks a way still

A soaring bird from on high
Glides dang’rously to the ground
Without a sound, snatches
A worm without a way

Succumbing to hunger
He swallowed him whole
The worm without a way
Ate dirt no more

A bounding cat from the wilds
Seized hold of the bird in her maw
And she was read’ly on her way
Without a thought for the dead bird

But time was not kind
To the strong feline
With her bones brittle
The old cat did break

The strongest cat;
The most skillful bird;
And the aimless worm
All became dirt

A wand’ring worm, without a way
Languidly sways through the soil;
And casually consumes it,
The dirt, without a reason